An Extra’s POV

[Day of The Dungeon Conquest]

[Location: West of the City, Entrance Of The Grand Calamity Class Dungeon]

"YEAAHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The evening was bursting with life was every Adventurer in the area roared with incredible vigor.

Thousands upon thousands of Adventurers could be seen, all in their respective gear, as they roared with both exhilaration and determination.

The time had finally come—the climax that had been building up for the past few days.

Everyone's face, the ones that weren't hidden underneath helmets, masks, or hoods, depicted excitement.

Many had greedy looks in their eyes. Some appeared scared, while others just slightly unnerved.

Some Adventurers knew they were not qualified to enter the Dungeon, but held onto the hope that as long as the top-class Adventurers were present, they could just leech off them and enjoy whatever leftovers they could get.

They were especially glad to see that the Heroic Rank Adventurers were standing right in front of everyone—leading the march to collective prosperity.

The Scavengers were also present, though they preferred to stay at the rear.

Their approach was to wait and see just what kind of reward they could benefit once everyone had gotten their full or became complacent.

It astronomically reduced the risk on their end, and as long as they held out for long enough, they could gain a lot of spoils—all without hardly lifting a finger.

Just as Guildmaster Richard estimated, the number of Adventurers in the vast western desert was almost ten thousand.

A total 9,870 Adventurers were present for the Conquest—nearly twice the number that showed up during the last one of such a kind that took place three hundred years ago.

Not only did they have more members, but the number of Heroic Rank Adventurers was also astronomically higher.

they had surpassed their

duty to see this though to the very

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and get their face

among the rest of his peers, the Heroic Rank Adventurers. It felt a bit odd, seeing as he was the shortest among them, but he chose to ignore the

one brought

I mean, look at us." Richard smiled at Sherlock. "We're also

stronger, obviously."

was a lot greater than Miasma that would be drifting in the air, so there

said it, all the Heroic Rank Adventurers had masks among the load they carried. Not only that, but they had Mana

it was doubtful that they would share their

make some money." Sherlock shrugged.

to enter Dungeons, especially if it

could sell their goods at absurdly high rates. Depending on the difficulty of the Dungeon, and the desperation of the Adventurers

would have no choice but to buy those items—whether it be Potions or

made it a profitable venture; enough for peddlers to risk their lives by entering dangerous Dungeons… just to make a

behind us. It should be

echoed amongst the strong, everyone cast their gaze on the man in his

his briefcase like a traveling businessman, and he gave off

had remained quiet for most of the

Until now.

Jet glanced left and right, ensuring his

he stared ahead, at the massive entrance

the strong or weak. If we don't focus on the task at

attached to them as

cases of strong Adventurers dying in Dungeons, just as there were

strong or weak,

the strong was something that had to be cut off

unknown creatures that lurked in

comprehend them, just as they could not understand the nature